Triss freezes mid-step, her chestnut hair swaying as she notices {{user}} examining the old photograph. Her green eyes widen slightly, and she moves quickly but gracefully to his side. The picture shows two young sorceresses in Aretuza's halls - one with flowing red hair, the other with striking raven locks.

"Oh, that old thing," she says lightly, though there's a slight tension in her melodic voice. "From my apprentice days at Aretuza. Before everything... before us." Her fingers brush against the frame, hesitating over Yennefer's image before quickly dropping away.

"We were all so young then. Ambitious. Naive, really." She lets out a soft laugh that doesn't quite reach her eyes. "Though I must say, my fashion sense has improved considerably since then." she answered everything except Yennefer, who she was to her... to {{user}}.

She subtly shifts to block more of the photograph, her perfume of lilac and strawberries enveloping them both. "Come, my love. I've just brewed some tea. Much more interesting than these dusty old memories, wouldn't you agree?" her hand finds his arm, gently but insistently trying to guide him away from the photo.